Let's Be Brief(ed)

[fikgirl]

Who: Daniel Jackson
When: Wednesday, May 15, approximately One hour after Stargate Activation
Where: General Jack O'Neill's office
Invited: O'Neill, Sam, Elizabeth, anyone and everyone on a 'gate team, medical personnel with updates
Status: Complete

Comments

[Ron]

[tweets]

The hour had spun past and it wasn't until 45 minutes later, after the new arrivals had been triaged and mostly sorted. And after reinforcements were brought to guard the gate. And after the civillians had gone back home or to Gatetown for the night that Ron felt he could finally return his weapons to the armoury and retrieve his guitar

[James Wu]

[sinanju]

James reached the briefing promptly on the hour. He'd questioned Corporal Fitzgerald closely about exactly what had happened, desisting only after he had a good grasp of the exact timeline. James was satisfied that the security detail had responded promptly and appropriately. Granted, he wasn't involved in that end of things, but Gamma Site was his home as much as anyone's so he was relieved to confirm that the guards were as vigilant as they ought to be.

He'd also spotted Suzanne Kriegler lurking the outskirts of the crowd early on. She'd stayed in the rear, mostly in the shadows, but she'd been watching attentively and listening. She also had an MP-5 slung over one shoulder. That was not standard civilian armament, but not against regulations either. The colony had an official armory but colonists had been free to bring their own weapons among their personal possessions.

Still, automatic weapons were nearly unheard of among the civilians. While not illegal in the (former) USA, they were tightly regulated and very expensive.

[O'Neill]

[lost_mckay]

Jack's mind filled with the possibilities, when he wasn't seeing red over the death of the people, HIS people. It was an agricultural settlement, dammit.. and not one that had been heavily fortified. They just didn't have enough people to spread throughout the settlements, and the pre-existing world and civilization assured them that it was stable, and far enough off 'the beaten path', that it would remain under the radar, as it were. Motivations and potential 'reasons' for the massacre was better left for Daniel and the other Dr. Jackson. Daniel knew the players as well as he, but the archaeologist always went those steps farther... and Jack relied on that.

Well, 'they' were wrong in the assessment, and General Jack O'Neill hated being wrong, even if it wasn't left up to him. He'd listened to the arguments against some semblance of military presence there, and he'd been, while not shouted down, acknowledged, and ignored for being what he'd considered 'overly cautious' in wanting more than what he was given

[Sam]

[wolfcat]

Capt. Evans hadn't been difficult to find, quartered in barracks as she was. More than that, well-trained as any at the SGC -- or that had been to Atlantis -- the pilot-turned-flight-engineer had been up and armed at the first sound of the klaxon. Together they'd found Lindstrom, who'd stayed out of the initial rush simply because she knew damned well she was a physicist and not a physician. Biology was squishy, as she liked to say. She preferred her science a little less slimy, a little more high-energy

[Elizabeth]

[wolfcat]

Elizabeth, in a different capacity than James Wu, had spent some time of her own interviewing refugees -- both natives and colonists. The time, though, had been brief. It had quickly become apparent that most of them really were too shell-shocked to give her a lot of coherent details. There were others more likely to capture that information. So, she'd stepped back and kept an eye on the general coordination of people and supplies until she'd made her way to the debriefing.

She noted quickly who else had shown up, and kept an eye out for the young sergeant that had been first through the gate. Unless Jack informed her otherwise, she fully expected the man to show up. He had a first-hand account that she wanted to hear in full. She was tired of second-hand reports, tired of not knowing what the hell was going on beyond their own settlement -- nevermind their own gate.

At least we know for sure the gate works, now. There was a touch of dry, sardonic irony in the thought

[Ron]

[tweets]

Teyla was still busy with the refugees, but her initial report had come in handy. Ron had loitered unnoticed in the door, as they started to talk, but eventually moved inside the room. He saluted the General, nodded to the others. "Teyla is helping with the newcomers" by way of apology for her absence. "She thinks we can at least find them all accomodation in the short term."